You’ve been telling yourself for a long time “Today is the day!” only to fall into old ways before the day, or if you’re lucky, the week, is spent.
Keeping A Journal
No Pressure. Just Write.
Living the moment. You become more eager to enjoy life and the company of everyone around you. And so you begin to make the best out of what you have.
My journal is the context for my dreams. It’s my favorite place to be.
In other words, keeping a journal is a surefire means to figuring out your shit.
Gratitude for that nagging pain in my leg, gratitude for that troublesome client, gratitude for that delayed flight, gratitude for that damage from the storm. Because it’s making me take things slow, because it’s helping me develop better boundaries, because some flights are going to be delayed and I’m glad it wasn’t a more important flight, because the damage could have been worse, because the damage exposed a more serious problem that now we’re solving. And on and on.
Your notebook is not only the place to keep your ideas and fleeting thoughts at. It is also a canvas of your everyday life.
I give because generosity keeps the things I own from owning me.
I don’t have anything revolutionary to say about it other than eating slightly better makes me feel more in control. And being in control makes my anxiety 10,000 times better.